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The Morning Sky of White Flowers: A Metaphor for Hope

Passing every ripple of the whirling sea
and I stare.
Forget every regret that makes me bare.
Relaxing, fervent west breeze touches my hair
and my body and soul can feel that care…

I was always there…
Where the morning sky was full of white flowers
The sweetest blue smell touches my heart
with loving smear.
Where chirping birds are making a loud symphony
in my jam-packed migraine skull.

Dear earthy posture...
Please forgive me for so many unknown reasons…
What happened because of me
Or I was guilty of contempt uncouth occasion…

Listen to this spinning global conspiracy
I could be a victim or a donor,
a very ominous or a very auspicious.
A very tiny living being…
And this is just the beginning of the journey
of becoming a human being…

Picture design by Anumita Roy

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Kamrun Nahar
Kamrun Nahar writes poems, blogs, features and short stories. Her writings have been published in web pages, daily newspapers and magazines in Bangladesh and India. She also publishes in the pseudonym of "Sofed Bihongo" (সফেদবিহঙ্গ). Her Haiku and Haibun were published under UTB journal, Cold moon journal, Failed Haiku journal, Quills journal & FemkuMag. Her poems were published in international anthologies, ‘Pandemic Poetry 2020’ and ‘Paradise on Earth’.

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